Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2148 - 664: Hornet’s Nest

The first rays of dawn broke over the Poisonous Ocean, with two Emperor Polos vying to unfold their radiant smiles, painting the vast clouds red with their fiery passion.

"The morning glow is red; it must have been another night of slaughter!"

Heethfield stood on the high cliffs by the coast, gazing far into the endless misty ocean.

The golden mist was cold, the clouds churning with red waves.

The pieces of blood-red brilliance in the distance pierced his sensitive heart and melancholy eyes like golden needles.

Heethfield was the current chieftain of the Coal Goliath clan, his towering physique rivaling even the Sky Giants. His thick hair curled like inlaid mother-of-pearl, his skin as black as ink, seemingly crystalline, his voice whispering with teeth white as snow.

It’s not superstition; the older a Goliath, the more exceptional their premonition ability becomes.

As if a deity had generously granted the Coal Goliaths another pair of heartfelt eyes, letting them sense the tremors brought to nature by the storms of slaughter.

The last time Chieftain Heethfield experienced such a heartfelt induction was a millennium ago—when three million mechanical Abomination warriors suddenly rebelled against the Witch King, a bloody and fierce war of independence and anti-independence, turning tens of millions of living souls into wandering spirits within half a year.

This time, Heethfield’s feeling was countless times stronger, strong enough to make even him feel a vague fear.

Though for millions of years the entire tribe had lived in seclusion, herding coal layers in the Forgotten Forest, the "Coal Goliath" remained recognized as the most powerful branch among the Demon World Goliaths, the sole practitioners of coal element magic; words like fear and cowardice should not appear in the emotional dictionary of the Coal Goliaths.

The chieftain squeezed his tense face, seeming to wish he could push out that panic from his body like squeezing a pimple.

"Chieftain, our friend, Witch Xarlilian has urgent news for you." A Coal Goliath with a white crest tattoo on his arm hurried up the cliff, bowed respectfully, and inserted a delicate, elegant bone-linked treasure box into Chieftain Heethfield’s ear.

As the communication continued, a black storm of disbelief and urgent anger brewed on the Goliath chieftain’s face, so clear that even on his ink-black skin, the change in color was evident, revealing the extent of Heethfield’s agitated mood.

"Reyna, immediately gather all the attendants." After a half-day silence following the end of the communication, the chieftain squeezed a thunderous roar from between his teeth: "Tell them, I want to awaken the sleeping ancestors!"

The Coal Goliath named Reyna was shocked by these words, dumbly lifting his head to his chieftain, finally muttering, "As you wish." As he turned to leave, he stumbled and crashed through several huge trees in his distracted state.

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The pyramid altar was located in the center of the Forgotten Forest, under the multi-faceted stone platform lay a carpet formed of accumulated rainwater and fallen leaves, the black rocks engraved with mysterious symbols had long been covered by feet-thick vines and moss from years of disuse.

The ancient sacrificial songs needed to echo in the forest for ten days to awaken the ancestors buried deep underground.

Chieftain Heethfield and all the Goliaths bowed low under the pyramid altar, awaiting that great moment.

Unlike the Goliaths in the Demon World who rely on the awakening of ancient trees for new life to replenish their numbers, the Coal Goliaths could not.

Therefore, sexual reproduction is their only way to sustain the existence of their race, and consequently, with only five hundred and forty-two members, the Coal Goliath tribe found their population to be the most scarce and valuable resource.

Over a year ago, a brave silver-eyed knight led a team of Demon Clan warriors into the perilous Forgotten Forest on an expedition and inadvertently saved the chieftain’s mischievous son, Pisaro’s life; in gratitude, Chieftain Heethfield unprecedentedly sent ten young, strong, curious, and adventurous Coal Goliaths to become followers of this silver-eyed knight—a first attempt for the Coal Goliaths, who had lived in seclusion in the Forgotten Forest, to reach the outside world.

The brave silver-eyed knight Mateus was more than willing to help Chieftain Heethfield try unprecedented ways to prosper the tribe. He promised to take these ten young Coal Goliaths to meet other secluded Goliath tribes in the Demon World, striving to find new marriage prospects for the Coal Goliath tribe.

This benefactor kept his promise; six months ago, he successfully visited the "Green Forest" Goliath tribe in Kui’gong Forest with the ten Coal Goliaths, gaining the favor of the Goliath girls through the young men’s performances. Upon receiving the joyous bone-linked message, Chieftain Heethfield was so happy he couldn’t sleep the whole night.

But now all of this has turned to nothingness. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Benefactor Mateus is dead, and along with him, the Demon Clan warriors who once stayed in the tribe, and the ten young Coal Goliath men did not escape either—they were only half a year away from becoming grooms!